Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Two (out of a long list) of My Favorite Poems

Cat


The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps upon his meat
where woods loom in gloom --
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet
he does not forget.

JRR Tolkien



A Man Said to the Universe


A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."

Stephen Crane

3 comments:

LCC said...

Two wonderful poems, one I knew, one I didn't. Is there a typo in the line "he free, maybe"? Should there be a comma after he?

Deepa Rao said...

Hm, I went back and checked the original poem. There isn't a comma.

LCC said...

Thanks.